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Father Time, Your Fickle Island Friend
Imagine an old, wise, and benign man with sparkling eyes, and long, unkempt gray hair, cleanly shaven once a week or so, sun-kissed and toned. He’s fit and lean, he goes on hikes and swims. He smells like jungle and salty ocean and sun. His voice is a rich baritone...
Living with Small Kids on a Small Rock
I think it was about three years ago that me and my husband were sitting at the then newly opened Bizzy Bee bakery on a Saturday morning in Windwardside, Saba. People were waving, cars were honking, and the smells of coffee and freshly baked bread were in the air and...
How Social Media Rocks Our Rock
Facebook is the watering hole of our island, Saba. Public announcements of town hall meetings, notices of planned power outages, personal invitations, classifieds, lost and found, hurricane updates, obituaries - you can find all these and more on Facebook. If you hear...
Your Wild Ride to the Island of Saba
The Shortest Commercial Runway in the World with the Longest Name So you’ve finally booked your ticket to come visit our little island paradise, Saba. We can't wait to welcome you! I'm sure you can’t wait to experience the lush greens, the one road, the friendly...
Things to Consider Before Taking a Job on a Rock
A big step in moving to a rock and getting settled into island life is finding a job. If you are retired or well off financially, this post may not be for you. This post is for those of us that need a job to make a living and to make ends meet in paradise. But before...
To Riding Out The Squalls
I was sitting outside at home on our porch. We live in Windwardside, one of the four villages on our rock. Obviously, it’s the windy side of the island. It was the last Friday of the summer break; on Monday I would have to start teaching again. I was both looking...